Page 7 of Ghouls and Girth
Not only mine.Ours.
I tried to give my brother what he wanted.I gave Khalid a chance to scare her away.
He failed.
We’ll do it my way now.I’ll make her ours.It’ll work this time.Somehow, I’ll control the savage side of me and ensure this female survives my rutting.Both my brother and I will knot and mark her.She’ll be with us for eternity.
It must work.She will free me from the prison of my failed bond.I cannot remain trapped in a hell where my body refuses to match my mind.
Gestures and grunts don’t earn a human disguise much respect in this wretched land.I need her to unlock the bindings muting my speech and twisting my tongue.
Her golden-brown eyes study the gathered people with uncertainty.
Hopefully she fights.I like when my prey bites and scratches.
She senses my scrutiny and lifts her eyes to mine.An inferno roars through me, only to burn impossibly hotter when she holds my stare.
She will be so much fun to break.
No, not break.Shatter.Annihilate.Destroy.
My brother and I will enjoy cocooning her between our bodies and forcing her metamorphosis.
Despite the wariness in her pale gold orbs, she matches the intensity of my stare until the instructor breaks her concentration.
The brunette beside her sinks effortlessly into the instructed pose while the redhead sticks her lackluster assets out too far.When the brunette tries to correct her, the redhead refuses her help and sends a coy glance toward my brother, so the brunette moves to the other friend.
My prey is on the outskirts of the herd.Abandoned.Vulnerable.
With a lewd flush on her cheeks, the blonde ignores the instructor and begins a hamstring stretch.Her breasts pillow against her thighs until her belt digs into her belly and forces her to gentle the stretch.I rise.
Khalid steps into my periphery and shakes his head.I stalk across the lawn toward him and grab the lapels of his suit coat.He snarls and knocks my wrists away.After a purposeful glance at the bitch’s breasts, I reach for the hem of my compression shirt.Before I lift it an inch, he hisses an ancient curse and unbuttons his suit.I pull the coat off his shoulders and gesture for his long-sleeved button down as well.
His bottomless umber orbs promise retribution as he complies.Pure white teeth flash under flared nostrils as his ghoul scents the air.
I clench as ripe female pheromones fill me with the need to wreck and dominate the soft, curvy whore.
Khalid crosses his arms over his bare chest.I turn.
Anticipation lengthens my stride as I skirt around the reflection pool toward my target.
She stiffens when my shadow falls over her.
I drape the suit coat over her shoulders.She flinches.My gut twists.Wide eyes the color of honey capture me in her gaze.
Delight animates my ghoul’s tainted blood while raw fury sweeps through my soul.I will tear apart whoever terrorized her.She belongs to me.Her fear is mine.All mine.
Mine and Khalid’s.He may as well be a part of me.He is the only other soul on the planet who has suffered the same as I have.The only monster to wade through the unending torture of time with no reprieve.
Long lashes dip as my prey looks down at herself.She fingers the lapels of my brother’s coat before pulling them together.Liquid fire floods my veins when she lifts glazed eyes up to mine.
By the color in her cheeks and her sharp little breaths, she likes Khalid’s scent.
“Thank you,” she says.
I offer her my hand.She tests my control when she hesitates, meets first my human gaze, then my ghoul’s, and slips her hand into mine.
Her startled gasp when I easily lift her to her feet swells my pride.I extend the sleeve closest to me, hook a finger under the suit collar, and pull the fabric away from her, silently demanding she thread her arm into place.
